Baby-doll, nothing makes me swoon-a
like a cat that smells like tuna.
Ugh.
But not so much that red vein in your eye.
Please ne’er show me that ‘gain, kitty.
Cat Facts
2015 March 28
La Tiranía de 2015
2015 March 27
Alguien en el radio dice,
—Creo que 2015 será un año muy bueno—,
a cuál respondo,
—pues, yo creo que será lo peor—,
solo realizar que no pudo oirme,
que no pudo oirme nadie,
y eso es por que 2015 es tan bueno:
porque a los que no les gusta
no se permite tener voces.
Someone on the radio says,
“I think the year 2015 will be a very good year,”
to which I reply,
“Well, I think it’ll be the worst,”
only to realize he couldn’t hear me,
that nobody could hear me,
& that is why 2015 is so good:
‘cause those who don’t like it
don’t get to have their say.
& Soon the World Will Love You, Sweet Leaf
2015 March 25
Yes, the leaf’s still in my tea;
it can swim where it damn-well-please.
TUS EMOCIONES TE HACEN UN MONSTRUO
2015 March 23
Fui un mal chico que volví a hacer un mala cosa:
comí la galleta antes de que terminar el almuerzo.
Siempre termino el almuerzo antes de comer galletas;
esta vez no lo hice.
Siempre terminaba el almuerzo antes de comer galletas,
y echaba a ponerme harto de hacerlo;
me parecían que las galletas tuvieran mejor sabor antes,
¿O tal vez tenga la comida?
Pero aún,
delinquí este crimen criminal
y es tiempo que yo beba la pocción.
Espero...
I was a bad boy doing a bad thing ‘gain:
I ate the cookie ‘fore finishing my lunch.
I always finish my meals before cookies;
this time I didn’t.
I always finished my meals before cookies,
& I started to get sick o’ it;
thought the cookies might taste better beforefoot--
or maybe the meal?
But still,
I committed this criminal crime
& it’s time I drank my potion.
I’m waiting...
Memories
2015 March 22
Every happy memory from the past
is just ‘nother reason to be sad
—objective, scientific proof that happiness is a 0-sum game.
Gotta scrub
2015 March 21
Gotta scrub the grub stains on the tub;
‘cause e’en bathrooms need a li’l love.
NO HABLAMOS DE LAS COSAS PEQUEÑAS DE QUE PRESCINDIMOS CUANDO VIENE TODA ESA ESTACIÓN LOCA
2015 March 20
EL INVIERNO
Tranquilo noche,
tan negro como blanco
es esta nieva.
EL OTOÑO
Caye el sol y
no se mueven las hojas
en aire muerto.
EL VERANO
Un día lleno de
nubes con un claro sol.
Todo se quema.
LA PRIMAVERA
Florece el sol,
y se incluye hongos
automicos, oh—
WINTER
Peaceful night,
as black
as the snow is white.AUTUMN
The sun falls &
the leaves don’t move
in dead air.SUMMER
A day full o’
clouds w/ a clear sun.
Everything burns.SPRING
Blooms the sun,
as well as mushroom
clouds, O—
Doors
2015 March 18
I pound & pound on your door;
but you won’t let me in.
No, not you.
Too clever for this cat.
Actually, I haven’t been pounding @ all.
That’s all the fevers in my imagination.
I’ve only been glancing sideways @ it--
So stealthily, you’ll never find out.
Now, you’re probably wondering
why I don’t just open the door.
But there are far too many doors from which to choose.
I still haven’t made my choice.
Why are you so impatient?
But there is no “you,” is there?
There never was.
I tried to find a “you” somewhere in there--
a hat, a color, an icon--
all just straw.
So many hands offering so many drinks;
why, I’ll never find in which you’ve hid the poison, you finks.
I think, “Would this be easier if I thought less or mo’?”
But I don’t have much mo’ time to think
‘Fore the close o’ every door.
THUNDERPUNCH
2015 March 17
While the songs are still here,
there’s no need for fear.
Sometimes it’s good to have an ol’ block;
if a clock’s gonna tick, it may as well tock.
You don’t need wood to build a bar;
you just need a room safely shrouded in the dark.
But I hear the guitar crunches fade,
leaving solo piano keys, ‘tween each a growing space.
But the hollow echoes last a li’l longer,
e’en if they sound warped & blurred.
E’en if every year adds a scratch,
I’ll hold onto that record as long as it lasts.
Posted in Poetry
YO TRABAJO DURA COMO EN MADERA Y YESO
2015 March 16
Vi un abeto magenta
y casi me atraganté con el radicalismo de la naturaleza.
Ahora voy a pintar todos los árboles en no solo todos los colores en el arco iris,
sino también todos los colores fueras,
que, sí, incluye «montañas púrpuras majestuosas».
I saw a magenta fir
& almost choked on nature’s radicalism.
Now I’m going to paint every tree not only every color in the rainbow,
but also every color outside the rainbow
—yes, e’en “Purple Mountain’s Majesty.”
